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Ghostly Immortal (1x1 Mat. Romance Ded.)

Juliet frowned. “Hmm…Oh! It’s like, a matter of perspective. Even serial killers can consider themselves good from their perspective. So, even if you’re technically not that great, you seem fine from my perspective.”

Juliet grimaced. "Oh... I'm terribly sorry. I'm used to hanging out with spirits of assorted backgrounds... And living teen delinquents. Y'know..." She trailed off. She was going to ask her default small talk question, but remembered he didn't care about favorite colors. She awkwardly stood and looked around.

(Right, sorry, I bumped and it posted at kind of the same time and I didn't see.)

Nathan stood, taking her hand and tugging her to follow. "Let's get home. I've got a sudden bad feeling. Really bad feeling." He muttered, his eyes darting everywhere in search of the danger. The dog spirit, from the sound of it, could sense it too.

Juliet followed him closely, learning from the last experience that it was best to listen to him. She listened to the dog howl and follow skittishly, staying close to Nathan like she did. She wondered why he looked around if he couldn't see spirits. Or was it not a spirit? She was tired, so her ability wasn't very helpful at the moment, besides giving her the dog's uneasiness.

Nathan went through a mental check-list. "Juliet, do you see anything?" He asked, wanting to eliminate spirits, which he was sure this was something else. Something that he could see himself. He just needed to make absolutely sure.

It wasn't long before Nathan shoved her in the door and stepped in, shutting it behind him. The dog was there, right at his side. He rubbed his temples, leaning against the door and thinking. "It's following us...it can't enter the zone..."

"Can't leave the yard, but we can go outside, it's just not quite as absolutely safe out there because it's dificult to detect the boundaries of protection." Nathan mumbled, eyes closed as he thought. "It's another immortal but of different breed. I've thought of the common things like vampire or wherewolf but it could also be a souleater or something of the sort."

Juliet cringed. “S-souleater? Yeah… I’ll stay in the house. Those ate the one thing I detest in the world…,” she grimaced again, hugging herself tighter. There was nothing worse, in her opinion, than something that goes around eating souls. Who knows exactly what happens to a soul after death, though it’s probably just… nonexistence. But whatever—it’s still the most horrible form of murder possible.

Juliet relaxed, only slightly but still, after he hugged her. It was okay. The thing couldn’t come into the house. She nodded, simultaneously coaxing the dog over so she could pet it. He hand nearly went through; she had used her gift so much today. “Okay…”

Nathan showed her the interior of the house. It was two floors and a basement, but the basement was locked up tightly and Nathan made it clear he didn't want anyone going down therre. The decor was simple, nearly nonexistant. The first floor was made up of a kitchen, large dining room with a very long, expensive looking black wood table, a sitting room with a fire place but no TV, a half bath, a master bedroom with master bath, and several closets, most locked tight like the basement. Lastly, upstairs, was two bedrooms, another sitting area, and a bathroom. One bedroom was completely empty, but before Juliet could get a very good look in it, he shut the door and locked it with a key. He gestured to the other room. "You can stay in that one. It should be comfortable enough."

Juliet wondered what was with the all the locked doors and secrecy, but honestly wasn’t stupid enough to ask. Maybe someday she’d learn the secret, or get up the courage to pick a lock. Right now, she definitely wasn’t that intrepid. And really, who would be? He was a mysterious immortal dude, with the power to scare off things that would kill her easily. So, logically, he could kill her easily. Plus there was the fact she was child-sized compared to him. She looked up at him, nodding. “Okay… Thank you,” she said, going to plop her backpack on the bed of the simplistic bedroom. She didn’t mind the mundane room; honestly, she liked it better that way. She did sigh, though, because it occurred to her she was trapped here by the other immortal, and thus couldn’t go to school or anything. That was okay, though, she guessed. It’s not like she was fond of the place.

Nathan crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway, watching her quietly. but keeping his senses open to the immortal ouside. He sighed. "Juliet, I'd like to apologize for all the secrecy. It's not like I don't trust you, only I feel it safer, for you, not to know certain things at this point. I've learned not to allow people to know or see certain things."